For My Half Namesake

She's the J in RJP. Yeah - Dad accounts for most of the R and the J...But Mom had a lot to do with the J.

And she's so not like me. She's so pure. She's so loving. She's so good. (I'm some of those...Just not as much.)

I wish every homeless or abused or just not quite treated right kid could have a mom like my mom. She got us through so much. She got us through just being kids, through dad being sick, through poverty (maybe extreme...but not), through divorce, through death...Through it all. She never waivered, never stumbled, never even freakin wobbled.

And the cutest thing is? She's TEENY. She's 4 foot 9 at MOST. Maaaybe 100 lbs on a fat day. I don't know why that makes her so much mightier...But it does.

You all know I've been sick the last week or so. She's called me EVERY DAY. To suggest this or that. Or just listen as I burst into tears because I puked. Or tell me about the cute thing Niece H did. Or the adorable way Niece S looked at her.

So - That's it...My mother is the best human being on the face of the planet Earth. We should all strive to be as good as her. Nothing feels as good as a big, big hug from that little, bitty body. No one loves as good as she loves. She's got it down pat.

LOVE YOU MOMMY!!!